Inventory

>look
You are in a dusty alcove. Nearby is something that won't stop teasing you.

>check inventory
You are carrying:
A Set of Ukulele Strings
A sheet of metal with the very small atomic scale letters IBM etched into it
The deed to a salt mine in Utah
An M134 Minigun
The Third Secret of Fátima
A nubbin collection
A box full of uselessly short strings labeled "Strings too short to save"
A Set of Empty Plastic Sprues from a RX-78 Gundam Model
A Heisman Trophy
A toothpick-sized battering ram

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